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And in my twisted face |
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There's not the slightest trace |
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Of anything that even hints of kindness |
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And from my tortured shape |
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No comfort, no escape |
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I see, but deep within is utter blindness |
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Hopeless |
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As my dream dies |
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As the time flies |
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Love a lost illusion |
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Helpless |
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Unforgiven |
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Cold and driven |
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To this sad conclusion |
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No beauty could move me |
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No goodness improve me |
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No power on earth, if I can't love her |
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No passion could reach me |
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No lesson could teach me |
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How I could have loved her and make her love me too |
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If I can't love her, then who? |
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Long ago I should have seen |
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All the things I could have been |
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Careless and unthinking, I moved onward |
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No pain could be deeper |
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No life could be cheaper |
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No point anymore, if I can't love her |
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No spirit could win me |
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No hope left within me |
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Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free |
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But it's not to be |
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If I can't love her |
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Let the world be done with me. |
